The heart weeps,
For itself; its bearer,
Giving vent to the feelings,
Of loss, despair,
And sadness unbearable,
But the face smiles,
The lips turned in an upward curve,
The words flow smoothly,
Revealing nothing,
Masking the sorrow,
The hurt inside,
But the eyes tell the truth,
Revealing all,
The secrets,
The burning truths,
The agonizing details,
The eyes are empty,
As if dead; gazing,
Somewhere far away,
In a different world,
Where the heart weeps,
And the soul writhes in agony,
The eyes see it all,
And give away the secrets,
Of the hurt inside,
The windows of the soul,
They are pale; no more alive,
They have lost all their shine.
The agonizing details, The eyes are empty, while the twitching succumb to the lethal injection of sobriety the undulating contours recompose to a bland plane but eyes go on narrating fables of feelings of tremors and after shocks it speaks of alien geography of soul in this saline lucidity of silence blind seeth and deaf hearken
I detected some real feeling in this poem. It may not be of recent vintage, but it is still present it the writing as if it were so. GW62
Yes, indeed. And the poet gives eyes to those unspoken truths.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heartfelt......every line a fresh flow of emotion....you can't beat real feeling....Amazing poem '10' best wishes Jon